The Bastard Lands I: The Court of Hate
Jan 7, 2021 22:54:13 GMT -6
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Post by Bastard Warlord on Jan 7, 2021 22:54:13 GMT -6
Las Vegas Paving Main Office
The Court of Hate, formerly known as Ardent
The Bastard Lands, formerly known as Southwest Las Vegas
Several gang members mill around the empty office. The overhead lights hum in the building, but it isn’t the only buzz. These are the heads of the gangs that have claimed territory in the Bastard Lands. Each was allowed a lieutenant and was told they had to bring a gift to their warlord. Several Chameleon members are located throughout the room, always in their gear. Voodoo walks out of one of the offices and the mumbling stops as all eyes are on the devilishly beautiful woman. Her black knee highs, black yoga pants, and what seems like a spiked top make her a sight for all eyes. Behind her walks Raven Darkhawk, one of the most lethal people in the room. Her eyes are constantly scanning, though her head barely moves. She is expressionless, which is her way. Behind them is the Bastard Warlord himself. No longer wearing the metal death mask, Corey Bull looks all the warlord. He stands with a maul over his shoulder, the head on the thing must weigh close to fifty pounds, yet Bull moves it like it weighs nothing, setting it on the ground head first.
“Gentlemen, we are glad you could attend. We trust you have found the hospitality of the Bastard Lands agreeable?”
There are nods and smiles, as well as chuckles of approval. Bull grins and the men take seats as Bull stands, the attention on him.
“You are no longer the gangs you once claimed.”
Looks of anger, concern, and puzzlement around the room as Bull raises a hand and waits for them to settle.
"We understand this is troubling, in fact concerning for some of you. We can assure you this is a good thing and if you will allow us to…”
“Fuck you polla!”
The lieutenant from the Anybody Murders looks at Bull with a death stare. Bull turns to him and stares back. His voice is barely contained rage. IT rumbles out like a Mack truck.
“You have a problem?”
The man steps forward and gets into Bulls face, well as much as a man over a foot shorter can.
“Yeah! You make us give up our ways for the land you let us claim? You make us live next to our enemies?! That don't work for me polla! I say fuck you. If I kill you right here, I am the…”
Bull grabs the man and throws him hard to the ground and in the same motion, grabs the maul and swings it up. There is a sound like a watermelon smashing to the ground as the maul descends and blood sprays the area. Bull wipes his hair back and returns to the shocked and awe-filled group.
“Excuse the interruption. AS you can see, we do not play around. You are now members of our gang, you are part of the Bastard Lands Army. You were the first twelve to enter my realm and ask for land. We, in return, have granted you four blocks for your most loyal members and safety from your neighbors. Your neighbors are now your brothers in arms and it will remain this way. You were the first twelve, so from this day forward you are the Bastards Dozen. You will each be a general in our army. A commander of men and women. We have selected several members of our Diehard units to act as a drill sergeant. Your men and women will train as soldiers. We will provide you with weapons, food, and the land we have given. In return, we ask for your undying loyalty. As you can see, we don’t take well to people that think they can eliminate us. Any objections so far?”
Bull scans the room, but all he can see are nods and faces of men eager for power. Bull snaps his fingers and twelve women, all very attractive and scantly clad, walk out and each finds a new generals lap to sit in.
“Consider this a token of our appreciation. These women are loyal to you now, as they are loyal to us. If you have a woman, feel free to decline them. Otherwise, enjoy them.”
Chuckles and a few high fives and Bull continues.
“Many might think we joined this tournament for the money. We did not. Blaster McManus is our first opponent and he shall understand without a doubt that we are not here for the money, we are here to take over and shall eliminate any and all that stand before our might. We already have a Diehard agent on him as we speak. By the time the show starts, we will know everything about his life and exactly how to make it crumble right before his eyes. But we want more! We know this is just Vegas now, but this will spread and soon the country will be at each others throats. We intend to lead and rule. You are the Bastards Dozen, you shall be our feet on the ground. You will be our eyes and ears and weapons and you shall revel in the glory and in the plunder!”
Cheers and yells of triumph from every member of the Bastard Twelve. The Chameleons slam their right fist to their chests.
“ALL HAIL THE BASTARD WARLORD!”
The gang members follow their cue.
“ALL HAIL THE BASTARD WARLORD!”
Bull smiles, something not good.
“All hail us.”
Bull clears his throat.
“Gentlemen, all disputes are hereby outlawed with each other. If a member of your soldiers has a problem with another, they shall settle it out there.”
Voodoo grins and walks to the window and pulls open the current, revealing burning torches and a large metal cage. People mingle around it and cheer as two men fight one another. One man falls and the other falls on him and kills him. Bull turns to the men.
“This is the Court of Hate . Disputes are settled by one man or woman walking out alive, the other leaving in a body bag. We want you to scour the city, keep a low enough profile when you do so. Use your networks and inform your gangs of the rules. We want men and women willing to die for a cause, willing to fight no matter what. The Court of Hate will judge them, and the winners shall know glory in our army. This is our order. Go now, enjoy the gifts we have bestowed upon you. We shall send our Diehards to you soon with more instructions. We will be something no one else has ever seen gentlemen. We shall be the rulers of our own destinies!”
“ALL HAIL THE BASTARD WARLORD!”
Bull lifts the maul, bloody and dripping gore, and walks out the door with Voodoo and Raven by his side as he heads for the Court of Hate.
